This doesn't go with my other stories, but why not? I felt like it.
I couldn't bring myself to call it a T because it's not particularly a T, but it's not exactly a K+ on account of some swearing, so you've been warned.
I own nothing you recognize.
"Hey, Katerina, whatcha doin?"
The upperclassman didn't divide her attention from her Ovid poem to look at him. "Homework, guy, what else would it be?" she replied, nibbling the eraser of a mechanical pencil that had already been through the war.
"I dunno." He fidgeted in the seat opposite her. "Are you busy?"
"Didn't we just establish that I'm doing homework, Jerry?" Her gold eyes glared up at him for a few seconds.
"But I need help," he almost whined.
"Jeez, what do you have to ask me that you can't ask Milton?"
Jerry pressed his lips into a thin line and watched her scribble on the paper in her sloppy cursive penmanship. "Hey, Katerina?"
"What is it now, Jerry?"
"What's that word?"
"It's boo-AH-tees, Jerry. Boötes. Those dots are called an umlaut."
"Really? Cuz it looks like booties."
"It's not booties."
A grin passed over his face. "You know who has a nice booty?"
"Guy, I have no interest-"
"But, Katerina!"
The upperclassman pinched the bridge of her nose and looked at him straight on. "Who has a nice booty, Jerry?" she relented monotonously.
"You do."
"Fuckin' hell, guy." She could never tell if he was serious or not. But there was something charming about him. It probably had to do with that dumb smile he was still wearing. "You need to be quiet. I'm doing homework."
"You're supposed to thank people for complimenting you," Jerry persisted, leaning over the table. How could the dense fucker be so suave?
"Am I now?" Katerina raised her eyebrows in mock surprise. "We're in a library. You're not supposed to talk about booties."
"You're the one reading about them," he teased.
"I'm not reading about booties!" she burst out, catching the attention of a few people browsing the aisles nearby. She colored quickly and lowered her head.
"But that'd be kinda hot," Jerry continued playfully, watching the senior try to resume her assignment.
"You fuckin' freshman, you be quiet," Katerina threatened, although the effect was lost on the fact that she was still blushing from collarbone to temple. She paused a moment and came to a realization. "What did you want to ask me, anyway?"
"Oh." He grinned again, straightened his shirt, and fixed her with his best smoldering gaze. "I have...biology homework...would you...help me?"
"...You're a butt, Jerry."